The painter in the shop next to mine poo-pooed my gun toting ways for the year he was there. Said he had a bat and that was all that was needed. I went to my shop one morning and had Police Line tape all over. Somebody took an axe to him.
Most of the hoods in the area know me. Once while inside doing paperwork, I heard somebody say "Not here! This guy shoots! Let's go somewhere else." Evidently, they're learning.
Most of the hoods in the area know me. Once while inside doing paperwork, I heard somebody say "Not here! This guy shoots! Let's go somewhere else." Evidently, they're learning.